Maai ki dua!

Ek des mera,
Ek gaon mera,
Gaon mein rehti meri maai,
Saath na chootein kabhi tera,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Kudrat teri paanch oongli,
Bhinn soch paanchon ki,
Band karlu moothi banjaye,
Saath na tootein ek moothi ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Sar zameen ko salaam mera,
Raah meri maine hai chooni,
Modh na le alag inn raaston ka,
Saath na badlein dishaaon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Samundar teri khoob badi gehrai,
Pyaas alag sabke mann ko bhaayie,
Dhaara yunh behti banke Ganga,
Saath na ruke tere boondon ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Gulshan khile baghbaan ka,
Khooshboo bani rajnigandha ki,
Kesariya rang bikhra baadal mein,
Saath na mitein sugandh ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

Vichaar alag, bhasha anek,
Basera wahi sabka ek,
Lehrata tiranga gagan mein rang laya,
Saath na bhoolein mitti ke lahu ka,
Dua kare yeh meri maai.

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Courage

O, lovely damsel, stop…
A faint voice mellowed in wild air.
Tell me thy story.

A petite white lily,
Shining dreams in tiny eyes,
Rolling around green moss,
Standing tall, amidst the growing grass.

Playful mud she adorns,
Blissful soak of platonic amuse,
Lonely streets make a wander haven,
Together, thy create her paradise galore.

Mighty glass ceilings she unfolds,
Wrapped in oodles of societal norms,
The spirit inside her shouts loud,
Alone, I beat the chauvinism sojourn.

Uncertain solitude she braves,
It raises a gentle mother in her,
She births the future of tomorrow,
Builds a generous nation of able minds.

I am the woman of today.
Born centuries ago.
Courage is my shining armour.
No odd thy break me.
Thou respect me, thou love me.
I believe, who I am.
I am the, ‘Woman of ‘Courage.’

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Sparsh! – A touch

Samundar ke tat par,
Aayi ek leher oonchi,
Khaara paani bheega le gayi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe choo aa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Dooor dooor tak faili,
Ret ki lambi chaadar,
Komal chaav se lipti rahi,
Oof kya tumne mujhe sarahyaa…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

Chadhta suraj apni jawaani mein,
Peeli roshni neele amber mein,
Odh lu kesariya rang chunar ka,
Oof kya tumne mujhe bikhraya…
Yeh kaisa sparsh hai tera!

O ri chori, ab sun le mari zara,
Halki muskaan ki meethi hasi hoon main,
Khaamosh zubaan ka alfaz hoon main,
Sulagti aag ki shama hoon main,
Dhadakte dil ki aag hoon main,
Dabe ehsaas ka raaz hoon main,
Rom rom ki pukar hoon main,

Teri rooh mein hoon main tehra,
Meera ke mann ka hoon main basera.
Kisan mein hai tera sparsh,
Tujse hi hoon main,
Mujhse hi hai teri leela,
Main hoon tera sparsh.

 

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Maa – Strength!

I wail in tears,
A gentle smile lifts me.

I fall in stupor,
The mighty lift wakes me.

I fail to giant storms,
A warm pat puts my grip back.

I loath in sadness,
A brave heart pours courage in me.

I succumb to defeat,
An innate warrior flushes hot blood again.

Ye ye… I wonder in awe,
Who is this?
Where does it hail from?

A mellow voice rings in my ears,
I am the ‘Strength’.
I am infinite.
I gave you life.
I yielded you.
My womb nurtured you,
To live for eternity.
I am your ‘Maa’.
I am your Strength.

Dedicated to my Mom. You melt in the cosmos but your undying spirit is the charisma of my strength. Love you, Maa!

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First Kiss! – On Fire Cultural Movement page on Facebook (Week 4 Poetry)

Halki hawa ka jhoka aaya,
Mohabbat ka toofan laaya,
Preet bano tum meri,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Udta hara dupatta tera,
Lipta neele aasman ko,
Khanakti kangan main thaam lu,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Reshami zulfein mahek laaye,
Rang isha ka yunhi lehraye,
Saaz koi chedu dil ke kone ka,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

Bekarar dil ki awaaz sunn,
Sailaab jazbaaton ka behne do,
Ban jao tum wajah mere ehsaas ki,
Honton se jo choo lo tum.

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Bachpan:) – Childhood!

Nanhi ek kali,
Choti bani shararat,
Tim tim karta woh taara,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Kore kagaz ki naav,
Le chalu dariya uss paar,
Badal mein base mera ghar,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Pahadon ki choti par,
Rehti nagri sundar phoolon ki,
Pedon ki chaav mein ja lipti,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Baarish ki basti aayi,
Masti ki woh subah chaayi,
Gile paton ki oss ko odhh lu,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Kache dhaage dosti ke,
Wadein jhoomtein jhulon ke,
Gagan ke parindo se bhi aage,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Umr ka koi hisab nahi,
Masoom mann ka jawab nahi,
Duniya ki nazaron se na dekho,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

Dua karoon uss bhagwan se,
Salaamat rahe mahal yeh,
Doli saje sundar khawabon ki,
Main hoon bachpan ki asha.

 

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Nasha! – Love Intoxicated

Dhuaan iss hawa mein,
Mehek teri mere mann mein,
Uff, yeh kya ho gaya,
Benakab hua nasha,
Pyaar ka iss dil mein.

Gulabi rang kyon chaaya…,
Armaan honton se takraya,
Uff, yeh kya mehfil hai,
Bechain hua nasha,
Jazbaaton ka iss khayaal mein.

Jaadu tere husn ka,
Ada meri madhoshi ka,
Uff, yeh kya khoobsoorti hai,
Qayamat hua nasha,
Raat ki iss jawaani mein.

Reshmi toofan aaya,
Aankhon se paigam laya,
Uff, yeh kya masti hai,
Humsafar hua nasha,
Meethe rishton ka iss palkon mein.

Faaslon ka mukam aaya,
Teri umeed ka maahol laya,
Uff, yeh kya kalma padha,
Ishq hua nasha,
Mazahab dhadktein dilon mein.

Mulakat hui jab dard se,
Kashish lipti tere ehsaas se,
Uff, yeh kya bhool hai,
Zindagai hua nasha,
Maseeha dua ka sulagti rooh mein.

 

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Saathi re…! – Companionship

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke zindagi abhi baki hai.
Yeh manzilein hai nayi,
Phir wohi raaston pe purani kasmein hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke udte parindon ki nishaani hai.
Aaj khula hai aasmaan,
Kuch door saath chalne ki baatein hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dhun abhi baki hai,
Ek saaz koi hai cheddaa,
Dua mere ishq ki bezubaani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke khwaaishein abhi baki hai.
Boond barsaat ki hai sang,
Yunhi badalte mausam ki javaani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke dilon mein aag lagna baki hai,
Kuch tere hai darmiyaan,
Aaj sulagti shama ki ravani hai.

Saathi re… thoda tehar jaa,
Ke kadmon ko sambhalna baki hai.
Yeh dastaan hai nayi,
Judaa mohabbat ki yeh kahaani hai.

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Saavan – The Rain!

Thandi hawa ka jhoka,
Laya ek sandesa,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Badal ki kashti par hum savaar,
Bijli rani ki sunli tune pukar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Dariyaan ki oonch mouja se takrati,
Kinaar lagi, choti si naav hamar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Dharti par barsonn re megha,
Manva ma naachein neela mor,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Boond boond tu barsein,
Mohe jiya, kyon hai tadpein,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Sar se bheegi chunar maari sarki,
Tohar piya ki yaad se jaa lipti,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

Bheeni maati ki sou,
Tootein na umrr ki dor hamar,
Aayo re aaj saavan,
Bhar gayo maaro aangan.

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Have I met you lately?

It was a beautiful rainy day when I met this old friend of mine. Discovering him all over again through our soft chatters I realized he had indeed grown real tall in his stature. His success story brought a sparkle of happiness in my eyes. The inspiring dynamo he carried had outlived the rough testament of time. Life handed sour lemons with a handful of helluva odds, but he beat them all and reached atop perching the peak of the mighty corporate cliff.

Life began…

Leaving the best practices of international waters, he chose to move to a small town in Gujarat, India where he nested happily for a decade in his lovely cozy life. Nurturing a big dream of a prosperous life he ventured deep into the prospects of a healthy entrepreneurship. Time flew by and the day came when reality dawned. It ain’t a bed of roses, rather a heavy toil, millions of sleepless nights and a 100 ton weight on the bandwidth of just two tiny shoulders. Negative calculations popped onto the mind surface. The risks didn’t pay well. The recklessness ballooned and the need of the hour shouted loud in practical awakening, “Hey, dude don’t be a fool, its time u switch”.

Life’s calling…

With a backpack and a wind-up to cozy Gujarat, he sailed to the land of a billion dreams – Mumbai. Aamchi Mumbai as the loving proud Mumbaikar calls it, is the place that embraces different hierarchys’ and various cultures in one unison. It has a large heart to absorb all sorrows and still stay afloat with a wonderful smile. Now, began the life of corporate culture. Not entrepreneurship anymore, but a 9.00 am to a never ending long day job started. Technically the day has 24 hours but each day outstretched to 48 or maybe 72 hours. The journey of severe toil and sweet sweat ran a race on its wheels. Having his back leaned against the firm wall he knew only one direction – ‘Way forward.’ Slowly and steadily he started rising the path of good recognition. Success crossed his roads placing him to the milestones of a stable life. Material pleasures came in the list of reachable limits and holidaying seasons became the year-on-year calendar events. Time shone in its good spirits and life beckoned for greater achievements. The confidence poised on a plane of a higher pedestal – ‘Stability.’ The much aspired comfortable position.
Woah man! Indeed a remarkable journey.
Finally, the stability is back in life.

The unstable state of stability…

Everyday seemed calm, peaceful and life set a pattern of a stable routine. The design of ‘the same’ put one to a relaxing lap of a slow comfort zone. After all, what else do u want when the age bar crosses over a 50. The wishful thinking conveyed merry thoughts of, “I guess I have worked hard enough and its time I merit the harvest.” Happiness dwelled in the corner of the heart within a nutshell ‘stability’. Then, came a day when the winds swayed in different directions. The rules of the corporate culture changed. New shifts in paradigms waved in. “Hey Mr. the investment of your hard work has ripened. De-attach from it, serve the mass and let them rejoice its sweetness. Go guy, plant another tree now. Here are the seeds. Sow them. Build your new toil in a barren land. Field it and let grass green again.” This is Corporate Management. At the onset I was happy as one more challenge in my stride. But at the same time the inside of me got my nerves shaking. The thought of cross over a 50 got me trembling. That’s tagged on my age bar now. The meriting stability as a fruit of all these years of sheer hard work had sunk in the right of my brain. My logical left kinda fell dead to think ahead. Don’t I deserve stability?
Life, then was young. I was so raw and tender. I could plunge and pull all the strings out. Now I have crossed the benchmark of a 50. My limbs are growing weak. My spirit is becoming numb. My mind needs some sweet slumber. Is my stability on a raid? Will I be able to do it again?

Yes I can…

“I am a go getter. Age is just a number dude” peeked my innervoice. The very fact that my mind is running a rat race of wills’ and wont’s is the first sign of ‘stability’. My high speed 5G thinking of how to go about doing this is the start of my stability. The mind is alive and my thinking cap is on. New ideas are trending again to become my real currency. The voltage of my current is set back to its original dynamo. I am ready to roll. I am a lover of Steve Jobs’ – Apple. It’s technicality allows only 1 Undo. Well guys, that’s life too. Only 1 Undo to revert back or choose to head ahead for a brand new journey making more inventions. My faith is embarked on a plane of inner solo strength. My resolve is firm in its nature. I ain’t naive anymore to the time and its trials. My conviction is my backbone. I am the cliffhanger of my own life. I can cross many a mountain tops once again. Such is the strength of my powerful mind. I am unbeatable. I am stable. I call this my ‘Real Stablility’. As far as I am alive and ticking fast I am stable. The moment I stop ticking I am a victim of coma. I am dead then. I am so glad once again life brought me to this reinvent-me junction and repeat the same stanza, “Have I met you lately?”

The stable answer is, ‘Yes, I have’.

 

 

 

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Chaand – The Moon!

Yeh baat hai uss raat ki,
Yaad tere jazbaat ki,
Dilon mein shama sulagti hai,
Kuch tamana idhar bhi, kuch udhar bhi.

Ped ki tehni se lipta raha tu,
Teri roshni mein timtimate rahe hum,
Bekarar se, mere khwaab,
Parindo jaise udtein chale alfaaz.

Khamosh tu kyon ae chandni,
Madhoshi mein dooba tera andaaz,
Paigam hai aaj bezubaan ishq ka,
Ched de dil ke kone ka koi saaz.

Teri chaandni hai bedaag,
Meri saadgi mein hai izhaar,
Begaano ka nahi koi thikana,
Yeh mohabbat teri, mere ghar ka hai mukaam.

Mastaani si yeh raat,
Tere darmiyaan thi who baat,
Sehmi si tu, sehma sa mein,
Aaj ban jao tum wajah, bulava hai mere pyaar ka.

Yeh baat hai uss raat ki,
Yaad tere jazbaat ki,
Dilon mein shama sulagti hai,
Kuch tamana idhar bhi, kuch udhar bhi.

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Hawa – The wind!

Ae hawa tu hai kahan,
Gumnam hai tera shaher,
Galiyon mein hai tera ghar,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Tu rukti nahin,
Tu jukti nahin,
Apna hi rookh, banati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Resham jaise sar sarati hai,
Lal dupattein ko lehrati hai,
Silsila tere khwab ka jagati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Megha jab aati hai,
Mitti ki mahek laati hai,
Tere kangan ki khanak sunati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Chanchal si behti hai,
Mann ko mere chu jaati hai,
Mohobbat teri yaad aati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Dil mein ehsaas jagati hai,
Intezaar ki kashish badhaati hai,
Pyaar ki yeh kash lagati hai,
Ae hawa tu hai kahan.

Aaj sang chalu tere shaher,
Ya fariyaad karoon iss kadar,
Bhula na doon uss mausam ko,
Saugaat hai yeh, tere pyaar ki,
Ae hawa tu hain kahan.
Bas yahan! Sirf yahan!

 

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What happens in Goa, stays in Goa.

The tiny little finger of my hand lost direction. To my surprise it clutched itself tight and lay rest onto a hand. The grip closed with a finger-to-finger lock. It slowly started marching in the reigns of soothing tall palms. The soft sand beneath my naked feet cushioned great miles. The sun was beautiful and slowly dimming. The halo turned purple all set to disappear. The thin air loosened and roamed vagabond. The cool waves hit the shores with a pristine touch. The music tuned in mesmerizing me complete. Bottoms up! Tequila time. The intoxication is addictive. A soulful voice whispered in my ears, “Darling, this trance is for real. Its Goa!”

Going back in time, Goa has always been refreshing just like my Bacardi.
A new chapter of life began. The tender sands became the origin of its birth. The goamystery unraveled to the most beautiful journey of my life.

Here, I met my soul for the first time. It was more instant and quick then the instant coffee. All it said to me was, “When they say its right, its right!” My heart was a quick melt and it started pouring like the flowing river. The endless chatters whisked us away in the mild breeze. The evening slowly grew dark and transcended into a long intense night. The brim of my wine was filled with romance. Swinging to the tall palms, I started falling a prey to this touch of pamper. It soon became a night of fascination. A night of scintillating love.

I still cherish the first peck on my lip. A coy feeling but strong in its desire. It was a burning flame that ignited love. Infused with passion the togetherness drew us close. It was a stir that made the night slip seductive. The caress stroked a gentle loving touch. A crazy surrender in the want of love. It was a feeling I’ve never felt before. It touched my soul and swayed it to the rhythm of intimacy. It was a tender connect that kicked the fire of my enthusiasm. It was a need of not letting it go. It was an essence of making this love last long. It was a thrill to enliven its every memory. It was a stimuli to my mind and the love fuelled it higher making the night go long.
It was a night to remember.

Though still a stranger, but the inside of me sensed you. My inner voice reached its peak telling me finally I have found me in you. To this immense time, I submit in love and promise to be by its side always. Such beautiful was this first night.

Many years have passed. I’m back in Goa, today. My tiny little finger has once again clutched itself tight with a finger-to-finger lock grip. The soulful voice rings in my ears, “Honey, I’m raising a toast. I love growing old with you. Happy 10 to us Darling.
What happens in Goa, stays in Goa.”

Its bottoms up! Tequila time.

Once again, lets make a night to remember.
I love you, always!

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think, ‘Why Not’

Holy shit, that’s a rolling jolt. Is it really like this? Why can’t it be changed? Why am I poked every time? Why should I do this? Why shouldn’t I do this? Why should I follow the norms? Why can’t I break the rules? Why can’t I choose what’s to be generally avoided?

Life is full of cans and cannots. We are circumferenced with the should dos and the shouldn’t dos around us. The genset of common man runs deep down in the reign of the so called rational thinking of can dos and should dos. Since childhood our minds are puppeted to follow the same chase. Our creative minds are shut with a big slam! The thinker LEFT of our brain is bolted tight ‘Shut up dude & close down’.

I ignore all.
I choose disruption.
I change the paradigm.
I set my own rhythm.
I sit and think, ‘Why Not’.

It gives me a chance to risk the tested flow of rational and walk on the irrationals. It brings me closer to design my own path of being rational. It yields me immense gain as I challenge my own thoughts and come with path breaking solutions. Yes friends, in today’s world where everything is automated and robotic in nature, ‘idea’ is the only unique thing, which rides on the autopilot mode. All it requires, is a little gut in you with some basic maths.
I call it the think ‘Why Not’ App.

The capacity of our human brain is empowered with the most high quality superficia. We can actually compel our mind to tune to almost everything. Unfortunately the human brain is used only 10% vis-à-vis its original capacity. A human brain can store upto 4.7 billion books worth material in its time. Today, we have stopped questioning our own self. We have succumbed to the vegetative state. The coma state is far more appealing to us as we are spoon fed with all ready mades through external feeds. With the help of a small click the world is brought to our desk. Its time we wake up and sensitize the powerful efficiency within us and maximize to its full potential.

The circle of life is filled with wise old men. At every juncture we claim guidance to choose the thin line between why this and why not this. Isn’t it a difficult choice? Before we experience the journey of merits and demerits of our own choice the goalpost is pre-decided. We have become naive in origin.

But what if I disregard the guidance of the wise old men? What happens next?

I think I have the courage to follow my own instincts. I hear my inner self and make my own choice. I feel I am sorted for now. I choose the ‘Why Not’ choice. I am welcomed with a shock. I crash. I tumble. I fall. My choice proved to be futile. It sounded worthless. For a moment I feel, what if I had heard the wise old men?

I clear my thoughts and I still get up. Gripped with the will power of my gut, I choose to walk on my two again. My resolve is much stronger now. I have become firm in nature. This time my brain works better to beat the normal preset capacity of 10%. Its ticking fast. It signals me – go for it. My neurons are jumping in a race to challenge its pace. I continue to brave the uncertainty. Let time not master you. You master the time. This time I do my homework better. I pen and paper my unique idea. My checklist is much more filtered. My maths is better calculated. I am equipped to take the plunge again. My risk is the investment of my booty. The tumble actually made me introspect within to be grounded in the league of ups and downs. With my back leaned against the wall I decided to stay ahead of the curve. I weeded out the humdrum of clutter. The stir of clean air took me ahead. My fear transformed into the confidence of my abilities. I explore the unexplored. I open up more opportunities. The perspective of my paths started becoming clear. The lull has disappeared. My productivity is poised to boost and my growth is contagious. My solo trip on risk is the initial EMI of my long term ROI. Finally my goal has shone light. Now, I am towards the definition of my own carved success. I am cent percent sure I’ll reach the pinnacle.

All this happened because I chose think, ‘Why Not’.

This read is dedicated to the iron lady who has been my guide and philosopher in the testimony of time.
Heartfelt Thank You – Mrs. Usha Tanna

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The Last Dialogue

Hi Friends, Passions Blog

We all know of the famous plot of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. They both ended their lives for the sake of love. But it often occurs to me, did Romeo really die. Didn’t he meet Juliet before he lay on the deathbed. Didn’t he exchange his final good-byes?

To know this click on the link and read the blog below – The last dialogue

https://www.momspresso.com/parenting/more-to-me/article/the-last-dialogue

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Lamha – (A moment)

A blog in Hindi language, but written in English. Its a poem on ‘A Moment’.

Ek lamha tha jo chu gaya,
Kuch lamha woh aisa jud gaya.

Ek lamha tha joh hoton tak na aaya,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, naino ke lavsz suna gaya.

Ek lamha tha joh paimane ko na takraya,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, silvatein badalta gaya.

Ek lamha tha joh mehsoos na hua,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, ek ehsaas jaga le gaya.

Ek lamha tha joh halki aahat na sun saka,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, dil mein dastak si de gaya.

Ek lamha tha joh itefaak se mila,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, aadat si ban gaya.

Ek lamha tha joh yaadon ko talaashein,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, manzil ko aazmayein.

Ek lamha tha joh judaai se na mita,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, ishq se mil gaya.

Ek lamha tha joh zehen se na nikla,
Kuch lamha woh aisa, nasal mein bas gaya.

Chalta raha lamho ka yeh silsila,
Karigari bangayi hai ab zindagi.

Ae lamha tu hain kahan,
Khuda se hoon ab mila par rooh se tu na gaya.

Ek lamha tha jo chu gaya,
Kuch lamha woh aisa jud gaya.

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A Web of Wealth

Hi Friends,

I want money, fame and success…. The most trending talk of our lives today. What is Wealth? How do we create it?

Read the blog on wealth. Can access it via 3 links given below. Click or copy paste in your browser.

https://yourstory.com/mystory/1d6ce5ab07-a-web-of-wealth-

https://www.momspresso.com/parenting/more-to-me/article/a-web-of-wealth

https://yourstory.com/mystory/1d6ce5ab07-a-web-of-wealth-?utm_source=whatsapp&utm_medium=share

 

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Kamasutra – Beyond the layman’s lovemaking.

 

I want you to look at me, the way I look at love.
I want you to trigger passion in me, the way I revive in desire.
I want you to arouse pleasure in me, the way I reach ecstasy.
My spirit is vagabond.
My soul is divine.
Liberate the energy and transcend my being.Passions Blog
I call it ‘The Prayer’.

Kamasutra, the non-platonic relationship ain’t just a physical language to lovemaking. The story is imaginative and vintage in nature. Its a creative integration of sex and spirituality. It conspires the union of male and female cosmic principles. It’s the road to enlightenment.

Our mind plays a stimuli to follow the needs of our body. This is an innate aspect of human life. However, it can be perceived in different ways.

There is tranquility. And then there’s the wild. I am both at the same time.
But still there’s a difference.

Let me explain.

Its easy to take off your linen and lower down in the want of love. People do it most of the times as a submission to the euphoric pleasure. But opening up your senses to someone and letting them in, to meet your thoughts, fears, hopes and the spirit…. is being naked. This divine communion when two souls meet in the same unison ignites a fire of an enlightening experience. It is the beautiful connect between the mind and the soul. It can become an ascending ladder to spirituality. We call this the map of salvation. While kamasutra emphasizes the power of making love as the life force, its also a step towards moksha for the hungry soul. When you gesture love, it gestures primarily as a bodily act. But when you loosen it through the mind, it becomes more deep, subtle and enriching. It’s a graph upwards. The orgasmic bliss is meditative in nature. The silent journey is an awakening of our spiritual evolution. We must experience the energy, nourish it and keep it alive in our awareness. It’s a sacred intimacy to achieve chastity in our soul. The eureka moment is ‘Zen’. It’s a succession of treading the path of mankind to salvation. The spiritual dimension of Kamasutra is transformative and magical.

On the vedic aspect Kamasutra is referred to the model of divine erotica. Taking birth in ancient India, its an old hindu text written by Vatsyayana in the epic period of 4th Century BCE. Its prime philosophy lays on the theory of love, what triggers desire, what sustains it and how and when it is good or bad. It aims at 4 main goals of life:-

  1. Kama – desire.
  2. Artha – materialistic prosperity.
  3. Dharma – right and virtuous living.
  4. Moksha – liberation. The nirvana.

Kamasutra is an esoteric teaching of life. It is the libido of our spiritual evolution. Unravel the instinct of its mystic travel. Find your spiritual inner being.

 

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Equations of Love

Love;

Language never spoken,
Expressions, but lived.

Indulgence never sinful,
Intuitions, but veiled.

Masterplans never design,
Crimes, but perfect.

Glance never enough,
Touch, but desired.

Thanks never done,
Mile, but extra.

Cry never heard,
Smiles, but fuelled.

Knot never tied,
Threads, but stringed.

Poetry never spoken.
Stories, but unfold.

Mind never responds,
Soul but to act.

Heart never to break,
Life but to make.

 

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